
Being the Park
There are days (like today) when you just want to keep walking. Days when you and the weather are one: Continue reading
There are days (like today) when you just want to keep walking. Days when you and the weather are one: Continue reading
1. Mark Rothko, T01168 Red on Maroon 1959 When you think about it, when you think of the paths, there Continue reading
All I seem to leave the house for is sex and the gym, which feel somehow, now that I write Continue reading
The park is the countryside. The park is a patch of countryside, transplanted, or a remnant of what was here Continue reading
It was the ultimate café. Everything I wanted from a place to write. Good tea, good cake, beautiful scenery, people Continue reading
You think, well, maybe at some point you’ll stumble upon the link between the park and the body, that somehow Continue reading
For a few years after I left Stoke Newington I still maintained a PO Box at the sorting office on Continue reading
Even before they did the big refurb of the Park, they changed the “fountains” in the ponds. In a way, Continue reading